(Widow with Shawl, A Portrait)
Dear wind that shakes the barley free
Blow home my true love's ship to me, fill her sail
I aweary wait upon the shore
Forsake her not in times of storm
Protect her oaken beams from harm, fill her sail
I aweary wait upon the shore
Whether he be in Africa
Or deep asleep in India, fill his dream
I aweary wait upon the shore
Dear snow-white gulls upon the wave
I, like you, am lamenting for my love
I aweary cry upon the shore
And in my chariot of sleep
I ride the vast and dreamy deep, deep sea
I awake aweary on the shore
Seven years and seven days
No man has seen my woman ways, dear God
I aweary cry upon the shore
Along the shingled beach I go
The wind about me as I make my way
To my weary dream upon my bed
Dear wind that shakes the barley free
Blow home my true love's ship to me, fill her sail
I aweary wait upon the shore
